"Ah Qing... you shouldn't be able to bite me, right?"
Seeing the drunken, spiritually transformed Qiu Lingling gnawing fiercely on Ah Bai's head, Ansheng's expression turned a bit peculiar as he looked at Ah Qing, who was holding him, and asked.
"...Probably won't just snap and bite." After a moment of thought, Ah Qing assured with a confident face.
If biting, it's likely there would be biting, but probably no tearing action.
"At least you still have a bit of conscience." Ansheng expressed satisfaction and praised Ah Qing.
After installing the dog language plugin, the barking sounds that Qiu Lingling originally had unconsciously logged in her mind gradually transformed into eloquent Minnan dialect and Mandarin.
In her drunken state, Qiu Lingling didn't realize how ridiculous this was.
She had Ah Bai's dog head firmly locked on the bar's booth, beginning to rehash old grievances.
